ÉPILOGUE: In th3 end,

u

wouldn't

recognize

 me anymore

PROLOGUE: aTrophY

The    trophy   that I made for Us
In fur and gold
Got into the wrong pair of hands,
In TruTH was sold
They bought it for oh so much less
Than it was worth
And every man that touched it

Found a heaven on earth

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

The queens and the court jesters
Clapped, adored
Their hearts swelled too
Overdrive and mercy soared
Mercy this and mercy that
Let justice prevail
But I just want my trophy back
It's not for sale

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

HeAveN is a feeling I get in your ArMs

Creatures of mercy
Shoot shoot
Shoot them down
And set me free


Creatures of mercy
Shoot shoot
Shoot them down
And set me free


When I got my trophy back
It' took some time
To polish it to gold from black
When I put it back inside
I locked the door
A-trophy of mercy
Is a-trophy no more

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms

Creatures of mercy
Shoot SHOO-t
Shoot them down
And set me 3


Creatures of mercy
Shoot shoot
Shoot me down
And set them free.

Cold silence has

A tendency to

Atrophy any

Sense of

Compassion.